Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Motivation for fatcats.

A further 15k behind me. New runners are a breeze. New socks are still awesome, can't big them up them highly enough. Running through Rathgar some old boy roared, 'Don't worry love, you'll get there eventually!' which caused maximum snarfs. Good run, felt good after the usual 2k meh, I flew the last 500m home, flew I tell you (mostly coz I need to pee, but still).Must eat now, spicy chicken and spinach with noodles, velly yum.

Me too, that's if ever get to leave this sodding desk. I am stuck here downloading something that seems unwilling to download. I've got one eye half closed with Puddy snoring non too softly on the chair beside me, and I swear how I'm still upright is a miracle of modern science.

About Me

I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion.
I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times.
Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate.
I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.